novelraw Chapter 39 Toast and Orange Juice
Chapter 39 Toast and Orange Juice
"You sleep on it."
As soon as Aunt Louise closed the door, Damian turned his back on Harry, walked to the bunk bed that Superman had expedited flown in from Japan, and lay down directly on the bunk below.
Tsk, this bed sheet is not as good as the one in the mansion, so it's okay, anyway, he even lay on rocks and deserts in the League of Assassins when he was a child.
It's just that this pajamas belonged to Joe, who was 3 years younger than him, which made Damian feel insulted. How did this kid grow so fast?
And, there are animals printed on it...
Annoyed, Damian pulled the quilt and covered himself tightly.
Harry looked at the bed above, it was indeed smaller, and of course it should be hers.
She stepped on the small steps beside the bed, and quietly cast a glance at Damian whose head was only exposed.
While washing in the bathroom, Aunt Louise helped Harry change into the pajamas she had prepared for her.
Aunt Louise is fragrant and soft. Joe's superman father Harley doesn't envy him, but she envies that he has a mother like Aunt Louise.
Of course, the orphanage has separate rooms for boys and girls; Aunt Petunia's house has let her live in a cupboard since Harry can remember.
So Halle felt rather embarrassed that she hadn't slept in a room with a boy yet.Should she say goodnight?
Damian didn't have the strange smell of Cousin Dudley, and Harry felt that Cousin must be sweating profusely because he was too fat, so the sweat turned into a stink.
And Damian is very thin, which is more obvious when he wears the Robin uniform, and the big cape makes him look very small.
The overly quiet room kept Harry thinking wildly.
She didn't do the "clearing her brain before going to bed" written in the book Queenie sent her - in fact, after reading that book, if she really fell asleep after successfully emptying her brain, she would no longer dream of being in the forest and Crawled among the grass.
"Damian, are you asleep?" Looking at the ceiling, she licked her lips and asked softly.
"Sleep."
The boy's answer was very straightforward, and the voice came from under the quilt, which sounded vague.
"..." You can still answer when you are asleep?
This should be ignoring me, Harry thought silently, so he stopped talking.
Damian stuck his head out of the quilt and sighed, "What?"
The girl turned over and lay on her side, "Today, Uncle Clark said that I'm not a bad person."
"...Just because of this, you want to disturb my sleep?" Damian replied helplessly, unable to follow the logic for a while, and the quiet atmosphere made him unable to get angry.
"Of course you are not a bad person." How bad can I be?cut.
"I think Uncle Clark said that because I didn't tell all of my darkest secrets."
"Did you kill people? How many people did you kill?" Damian asked disdainfully. Anyway, he had already killed more people than he could count.
What "darkest secret" can such a gentle and obedient girl have?
"Don't tell me your darkest secret is crushing and killing a few ants, I will throw you out of the room without any hesitation." Damian replied coldly, intending to end this topic and take a rest.Although he has trained the endurance of staying up for several days and nights since he was a child, it is meaningless self-abuse if he has the opportunity to sleep.
Harley was no longer afraid of Damian's constant threats like empty promises, she blinked, her heart pounding as she wanted to speak out her once dark thoughts.
"I once wanted to hurt the relatives who took me in. You know, my aunt's family..."
"When they do weird things in front of neighbors or other relatives because I can't control the magic, they will lock me in the cupboard. Well, you may not know, the cupboard is my room."
She wrapped herself in a quilt, and this was the first time she took the initiative to tell others about these experiences.
"At that time, they would only give me one meal a day, which was vegetable soup with only one vegetable leaf in it. They punished me in this way."
"I was in the cupboard. At certain moments, I would fantasize about taking these things back; of course, most of the time I was fantasizing that someone would come to pick me up. Just thinking about it, I didn't expect it to finally come true. Grandpa Ah Fu came .”
Damian didn't reply or comment, he just listened quietly.
Harry suddenly became nervous, she didn't know what she wanted to express.
"But I really didn't want them to die... This plane crash also makes me very sad," Harry frowned, "Maybe the word 'very' is too exaggerated-I don't know, this feeling is too much." Complicated."
"...I don't know what the hell I'm trying to say, Damian, I just...had a few moments where I really wanted to hurt them. I really did."
Halle stopped rambling, she was tired and wanted to sleep.
Brother Damian's voice came from below at this time.
"But you didn't, you forgave them."
Only when the boy knows how to say this can the girl who belongs to the "good guy" category feel at ease.
But he really didn't mind if Halle forgave these people - on the contrary, he wouldn't forgive them himself.If it weren't for her aunt's family that has become food for fish in the Atlantic Ocean, he wouldn't mind "visiting" these so-called good people who abused their relatives.
The evil of ordinary people is slow, hidden, gradual and widespread, and is no nobler than super villains.
He heard the sound of the girl rubbing against the quilt, probably shaking her head.
"... Well, I don't know... I don't know if I forgive them or not, I just don't think about it."
"Then think about it now."
Harry thought for a while.
"I'm hungry, Damian."
"... Now?" This is really... a very jumping thinking mode.
"Ah."
"……What do you want to eat?"
"All you can eat is fine."
The boy stood up, revealing his pajamas with a dog painted on his chest.
"Come down, I'll take you to look through Kent's refrigerator."
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Harry sat at the dining table, shrouded in warm yellow light, watching Damian nervously rummaging through the refrigerator and cabinets.
"Will this be bad? Do you need to ask Uncle Clark and Aunt Louise?"
"They won't have a problem," said Damian, who had dug out toast and slices of bacon, enough for a simple sandwich, "they're the closest thing to a saint I've ever met. Besides, every time Louise sees Your eyes will shine."
I almost put the words "I want to have a daughter" on my forehead.
Harry was nibbling slices of bacon on toast in the toaster, a glass of orange juice in hand.
(Damian was relieved that the Kents didn't stop buying electrical appliances because they had two Supermen who could toast with heat vision. He didn't want to wake up Joe in the middle of the night to make toast; and this behavior It always makes him a little disgusted by cleanliness, who knows if baked toast or brewed coffee smells like eye droppings.)
It stands to reason that eating in the middle of the night is not good, but Damian felt that even if Ah Fu was here, he would not refuse Harry's request.
"You don't want to eat?" Harley chewed slowly. Half a year of affluent life at Wayne's house and Paradise Island had made her get rid of the habit of wolfing down food.
"I don't want my muscles to turn into fat." Damian flipped through the previous day's "Daily Planet" with critical eyes, and now the news is getting more and more superficial.
Harry subconsciously looked at Brother Damian's arm, well, it was still far from Uncle Bruce's.
The only sound left in the kitchen was the light breathing of the two of them, Harry's chewing, and the occasional sound of the orange juice glass touching the table.
And... from the master bedroom came a complex and mixed voice that Harry didn't understand.
"Damian, listen... what's that?" Harry put down his glass, "Couldn't Uncle Clark and Aunt Louise have encountered some danger?"
At least Aunt Louise sounds miserable!
Damian now... really wants to tear up the newspaper in his hand!
Then bury yourself with shredded newspaper!
Of course, he, who is well-read and claims to view human reproductive behavior correctly, doesn't mind the normal sex life between these adults, but...they are not afraid of Joe's hearing! ! !
It's going to be an extremely awkward conversation.
Damian has silently put "installing a thickened lead door in the master bedroom of the Kent couple" on his "to-do list".
Hope Dad still has the contact information for the manufacturer of the kryptonite storage room in the Batcave.
Harry still looked at him puzzled, and from time to time his eyes drifted to the master bedroom door, with pure worry on his face.
Damian sighed, feeling exhausted.
"They're making a daughter," he said dryly, and sincerely hoped that Harry would stop asking. "Of course it could be a son, but Louise would definitely like it to be a daughter."
"Manufacturing? How to make it?"
Damian is very irritable, he doesn't want to talk about this kind of topic!
"...Ask Drake," he said, covering himself with a newspaper, "or Grayson, he's an expert."
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small theater:
Harley: How do you make a baby?Damian says you're an expert at making babies.
Dick: ... what?